Fonz´s Days in Cordoba

Hola hola,


So, right now Steve and Nadia are seated next to me and here is the official simultaneous blogging because we are on seperate computers writing seperate posts. I know this has so much to do with South America, you must be enthralled. Well, here is my blog of what I did from when Steve and Nadia left for Buenos Aires and I remained at the casa of Gustavo for 3 more days in Cordoba.

The night of the wedding was magical. Kind of. It was actually quite a different experience, mainly because after operating on Argentinian time (which infact is slower than African time) and observing a fight over a tie we missed the ceremony in the church and Flor and Gusti had to show some face as everyone was walking out. Beautiful. Then we moved on to the afterparty where it was basically like a large pimpy lounge for all the guests to mingle and eat small foods. The exciting stuff started happening when they finished showing us their movie-film and they opened up the bars. Fernet and coke is an effective digestive as well as party-starter. Everyone hit the dance floor and I was soon coaxed into the middle of it all. The music of choice in Cordoba is called Cuarteta. It is not exactly my kind of thing, or anyone else´s, and I wish I could explain it but it isn´t exactly the most appealing music. However, at this point I realised it was my hour of Argentine Pride. Allow me to explain. Back home in South Africa, I know I am a pretty good dancer, in fact I am fucking amazing (this is what I believe). However, the cringed-up faces of people in clubs in Melville and Rivonia do not confirm my beliefs. But when I hit the floor with Cuarteto on, the roots of my Argentinian history kick in and my blood goes straight to my feet. Let´s just say that I was breaking it down, and it was drawing some attention. Shortly thereafter I was severely reprimanded by some of the Family´s cousins for apparently cramping their style and they kept a close watch on me. I made it home at about 4 and then had to wake up at 9 for another session at the Campo, this time with my pops.

The day at the Campo was very chilled and I can´t really say much about it except that I ate one the best steaks ever at some little Parilla in Villa Belgrano (the German Nazi town, remember?) and that we lazed the day away cracking jokes and listening to Gustavo tell us about the wind.
Another highlight of the day was watching a soccer match on TV. But not actually watching any footage with a ball in it. The reason for this is that the channel I was watching didn´t have the rights to screen the game, so they set up a whole bunch of cameras focused and ready to take in the action of.......... the crowds. 90 minutes of people jumping and cheering. How exciting.

Later, I missioned to the mall to buy some shoes and it in fact turned out to be a serious mission and I felt as though I was shopping for a pair of shoes in Hong Kong because they didn´t have my size in anything.

On Monday, I decided to go with Flor to her university and sit in on some classes. She studies Nutrition and there are about 200 students in the class, of which about 7 are guys. So, Flor hard warned me prior, as we walked into the hall an hour late (we took the bus there), I had the whole class eye me like I was a steak or a ladies steak (this was one of the first times I have ever wished I was a woman or gay). Then, out of the whole massive class, a siff stray dog bust in and decided to find me and its point of rest, sitting right at my feet I realised he actually did need some nutritional information, the bugger was quite thin.The whole varsity experience was quite enlightening; they definately do things differently over here. For example, they take register in a class of 200 hundred, which was very strange for me. Later, Gusti arrived and Flor, her friend Valen and I all went to Junior B to eat another lomo and feel good about a hard day studying nutrition.

Later that night my pops and I visited an old buddy of his for an amazing dinner of Rabbit and wine. After that I went out for a couple of drinks with Flor, Valen and Gusti but unfortunately Mondays are dead as dead as dead in Argentina so it wasn´t anything to write home (on the blog) about. I only got to sleep at 5 and I had to be up at 6 to get ready for...... my flight to Buenos Aires! Yes, I finally got to fly, me and my dad, in the air. I have never loved flying so much, especially considering Steve and Nadia spent over 12 hours in a bus for this same journey compared to my 50 minutes with coffee and beautiful air hostesses. I am rubbing it in.


Upon arrival at the AeroParque, I was elated to exhaustedly stumble into the terminal to see the fresh faces of my gringo compatriots, Chicken Wet and Nads standing there with their big eyes. Happy to be reunited we met up with Ricardo, another of my dad´s friends and we made our way to Pilar.


I am so happy to be in Buenos Aires, it is cold as hell and I just ate two big macs at the same McDonald´s that Nadia bit into a rotten McApple. Terrible. In half an hour we are heading to try hook up some Groove Armada tickets and dancedancedance. Anyways, I hope you are enjoying our blogs and our photos because they do actually require a lot of time and money.


Hasta Leugo

El Faust

Here is a link for some of my photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/steveo.zogg/CordobaFonz